Amidala and I spent most of the week exiled to the basement for … um … moving violations on the bedroom rug.
We’re out, now, although MA and Pop keep the bedroom door closed and shut us in the basement at night. It’s almost like they don’t trust us anymore.
MA found a bunch of flavors of canned food we like, so every meal is a feast! My favorite is Mixed Grill, but I like Tuna and Egg, too. And Turkey Giblets and Gravy. And Supreme Supper. And…. They’re all good!
Amidala doesn’t growl at me for getting on the couch with her and MA anymore. She only growls at me when I step on her stomach. Picky cat! Sometimes, I launch myself off MA’s stomach to jump over Amidala, and then MA complains! A cat just can’t win!
Sometimes, I even get to drape myself over MA’s wrist while she’s trying to type, but I usually curl up on the other end.I have a new name! Pop likes to call me Buster Brown. Then he calls me BB, because he says I’m no Buster! I think that means I’m pretty quiet. Then MA says we’re Queen Amidala and BB King. I don’t care what they call me, as long as they love me and feed me.
Gosh! Look! It’s time for breakfast! Gotta go!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What do you do when you get stepped on?